e song words to the music."

"But--I don't know it;" and she shrank back.

"Oh, you'll get into it. You are the kind that could pick up any step.
You make me think of a swallow as it darts round. If it made a mistake
no one would know it."

"Oh, I'd rather not;" entreatingly.

"Don't spoil the set."

She rose up and let him lead her out. She had a way of yielding so
quickly, when it was right and best, very flattering to a man in love
and easily misread.

If dancing had been art instead of nature, something by rote instead of
a segment of inner harmony, she could not have succeeded so well. He
warded off the few blunders, and at the third change she had another
well-bred partner. But she was glad to get back to him. The joy shone in
her dangerous eyes.

There were some new dances coming in. One of the girls from New York and
her escort waltzed up and down the room in a slow-gliding manner that
was the poetry of motion. She was fascinated, enchanted, and she knew
she could do it herself.

"We'll try it sometime," Saltonstall said.

Mr. Leverett came in, bringing Anthony Drayton with him. He knew he was
late, but he didn't dance, and he had earned five dollars copying that
evening. But he must see Cynthia.

"Oh, I thought you would not come!"

Then she had been giving a thought to him out of her happy time!

"I was detained. Are they all well, or didn't Cousin Chilian come down?"

"Oh, no."

They were being marshalled out to supper.

"You'll have to content yourself with me," said Mrs. Stevens to Anthony,
and he accepted smilingly. But she placed Cynthia next, so he could have
a little talk with her. He was getting on so well, and she was glad for
him.

Some one wanted Miss Tracy to waltz again. Then they had a galop, and
the party broke up. Anthony said good-night, and that he was coming up
on Saturday. Then Saltonstall drew her into a little nook in the hall
that made a connection with another room when it was open. Mrs. Stevens
had smiled over its uses.

"Cynthia, my darling, I must tell you this," and his voice seemed to
throb with emotion. "I want the right to come and visit you as lovers
have, for I love you, love you! I am coming to see Mr. Leverett and ask
his permission. I do nothing but dream of you day and night. You are the
sweetest, dearest----"

"Oh, don't! don't!" She struggled in the clasp. "Oh, I can't--I----" and
he felt her slight body tremble, so he loosed it.

"Forgive me. I